Bury them all. 'Neath heaping shovels full of lime.
Dec 4, 2016 23:46:02 GMT -5
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Post by Silas SUBHUMAN on Dec 4, 2016 23:46:02 GMT -5
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Hours before sunrise, veering down a narrow gravel road, the camera snakes its way toward what appears to be an oddly placed jacuzzi of some type wedged between a pair of unruly trees and a disfigured tool shed. A single shop light with a red bulb attached to the exterior of the shack works diligently in an attempt to illuminate the curious little plot.
The make-shift hot tub seems to be constructed from tin and beaten into shape with a flat hammer and is adorned with sparsely placed cockeyed dry rot wood panels taped to the outer walls. A water pump can be heard and various tubing and PVC pipe are visible jutting out from the back of the contraption.
Inching forward steam can be seen rising from the top of the unstable homemade water tank and without warning, from beneath the surface, out spurts Silas SUBHUMAN. As the splash settles he dips down, and submerges himself chin deep. Intentionally eliciting some minor frustration with an especially long pause.
"We met this real friendly dude at the bar the other night. Went on and on about this crazy setup he had on his property. He had a whole list of toys and gnarly activities to rattled off, but Downs heard firing range and I heard Texas hot tub. So, make a long story short.. after a few long islands, Jessica and I ended up pretty fuckin' curious. We're way out there too. This place is desolate as fuck, man. I'm telling you. Anyways, I fired up this magnificent monstrosity for a session before we head back to civilization for the show tomorrow.."
The fuzzy pale red glow reaches just far enough to barely layer Si's exposed skin, adding to the eerie ambience.
"A show Spike and I have been stoked about since it was announced. Working together has been something we've both been interested in.. I mean, we've been on the road together a while now, but it feels like much longer.. The two of us have a true understanding of one another, and since being hired by Redemption - we've meshed. And i'd like to think with the momentum we currently have behind us, it's gonna serve us well."
Silas cracks a smile, shaking his head.
"Come on man, Devlin Scott knows what he has here. Whether he wants it or not, it's lightning in a fucking bottle. We're not those malleable play wrestlers he's use to.. Those pay-per-view poster, camera friendly scumfucks on the waiting list. We're that acquired taste Redemption needs. And if Devlin is the storied head he thinks he is.. he's gonna play this right. He'll have more dollar bills in his pocket.. and we'll have more beer and bodies in the cooler."
Hardly noticeable yet a light drizzle begins to bead the cracked paint on the shed and droplets softly fall into the tub few by few. The wrestler pays no mind as he floats to an opposite side and pushes his back flush, resting his outstreched arms on the brim just behind him. Laughing over his words.
"If you think the last show was troublesome.. I assure you, this Dallas Glory is going to be destructive. Super memorable. In many different ways for many different people. The District doesn't sell wolf tickets, and you'll learn that. Radicalliance likes jokes and we don't mind turning them into just that - a joke. They can stay focused on Spike's nutsack while I ponder unique ways to crack their orbital bones simultaneously. We'll check on their sense of humor after I see that through."
The late shower builds and the sound of the many thngs its colliding with becomes more steady.
"We'll also get to see The German Virus steamroll The Bad News Brawler. After that, it's over seas for this insane Japan Tour. BLD will be in full force. They absolutely love Death Metal over there so I'm itchin' for it. Let's get over there!"
The rain abruptly lashes down on the scene and SUBHUMAN, calm and unfazed by natures turn, leans back throwing both middle fingers to the sky in defiance of the elements. He sits in silence for a moment then makes his exit, hurling himself over the side. He turns and directly in front of the lens bends over bare-assed, picking something up from off the ground.. The shot fades on the BLD member wielding a pool skimmer, removing surface debris.
